solitary (this was my life)

 I called out for my friends , expecting them to ignore me as always. they even did. I am a girl or a boy, do I have a name? where are my parents? do I have a family like all else have? I was often struck by these thoughts in my mind there was no one who could answer them.

I wondered, what should I do next? where should I go? all I remembered was, I lived in a hut near a river. whenever I go to talk to people they would ignore me. why? there was no on with whom I could share my misery with.

I would walk around the village,without any reason, just wondering about my life, sometimes I used to get lost. I realized one thing very late that,  no one cared what I wore, no one cared what I ate, no one cared what I do, no one care about me......this was my life....

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(this is actually not my life. its just writing)